Last Word

Our rescue kitty, Eva (short for Eva Destruction) likes to snooze near my desk. This allows for full bird watching and lizard staring while still maintaining a level of comfort. Note that the rear foot must be outside of the bed boundaries.

Eva also spends time watching the television. No, she doesn’t care for the cat TV that they put on YouTube. She’ s partial to the restoration channels, especially if they use a lot of hand tools. Lately, she’s kept me company watching some Chinese historical drama. They didn’t post the episodes in order and since I can’t read Chinese—we just go with the flow. Granted some times that means a person who made the emperor mad in one episode and faced those consequences suddenly appears again—yeah, we probably are watching it out of sequence. The sets are gorgeous and the costumes are amazing so it doesn’t matter much. Sort of like watching the news anymore. It’s the same stuff over and over, just a different day with different costumes.

There’s another show on YouTube, ‘Billie Speaks.’ Evidently there is a company who makes a product with push buttons so you can train your pet to actually speak to you via buttons. They remind me of the buttons you used to get from Staples. Anyway, the person has trained her cat to use the buttons and it does appear the cat fully understands quite a few words and can express itself linguistically. I think the company that makes the button system is called Fluent Pet or something like that. The videos are short but cute. I look over at Eva, who has decided she’s bored with the current programming and is presently scoping out the line of attack to my sandwich. I wouldn’t mind if she just begged but this monster will step right on you, lean in, and take a bite. All while you are holding the sandwich. She has no concept of personal space. Actually she does, she just doesn’t give a hoot about it.

I thought it might be a cool project to get some buttons and see if we could communicate on a new level. Then again, I’ve seen the look on her face when I get out of the shower and I’m not sure that I want to really know what she is thinking. She’s witnessed me replacing faucets and doing other jobs that have involved various stages of disasters so I think I would much rather have her communicate the way she currently does via dirty looks and meows. I don’t want to think what she’d utter to folks coming to the house. “Let me tell you the dumb thing mom did last week!” Yeah, that would be Eva. I’d much rather keep some of my more nefarious escapades secret.

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